Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Laos and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Byron Stingily to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
The Music Machine,
Pere Ubu,
The Gap Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Whodini,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cameo,
The Mojo Men,
Drive Like Jehu,
Make Up,
Simply Red,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Fugs,
Kaleidoscope,
Panda Bear,
Alphaville,
Khruangbin,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pantaleimon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Johnny Clarke,
Porter Ricks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Divine Comedy,
Lou Reed,
Fad Gadget,
Robert Wyatt,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Reuben Wilson,
Peter & Gordon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mandrill,
Newcleus,
Masters at Work,
Lindisfarne,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bobby Byrd,
Deepchord,
Byron Stingily,
Morten Harket,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sugar Minott,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Skaos,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
D'Angelo,
Yusef Lateef,
Quando Quango,
Tears for Fears,
The Modern Lovers,
John Cale,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bobby Sherman,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bauhaus,
Al Stewart,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.